P.S: This poem is highly senti and was to say inspired from my somebody around me's house
The Beginning , or the end?Im sure he remembers the timeWhen a good news was delivered ,When God gave a tiny little princess,as a true blessingThe time when we heard her giggle and speakA language of her own,of innocenceWhen he taught her to stand on her own feetAnd walked miles , in all joy and sadnessOr when the times they fought , and then reconciledMaybe the time when he gave her over to someoneOf course he will reminiscence the birthOf two miniatures of joy, grandchildrenSomewhere,latent,a tiny glitch,a misunderstandingAnd then a fight too big, and the daughter so grown upThat she forgot to bend, to submitShe stood strong and wrong,and somehow it all changedTo the hands which gave her food and all she needed,She delivered a notice,to leave and not interfereLeft him out in the freezing cold, to fend,forgottenAnd then was a silence , a very long one...It is true every man has his own mistakesSometimes too grave,but what good is a bodyWithout a warm, beating heart?I know he didFeel a sharp pain, too sharp to even let tears fallLike a Lightning, quick and torturous,But to whereCould he turn to ? He had no home...He comes once in a while,as a strangerTo the place built up on his effortsThey dont remember him fondlyTime a cruel thing,age cruellerBinding Shackles to their creator,What examples have they set for their children?But to follow them forever?
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